Sam Srey im not the only Kid Surrounded by the people who used to say That rhyme about

sticks and stones So we grew up believing NO ONE Would ever fall in LOVE with us That wed be lonely forever Grafted onto a different family tree Adopted But not because his parents opted for different destiny Four fifths suicidal Ninety nine parts because of the cruelty By any of the contents found in a first aid kit Had the audacity to tell him get over it as if depression Had tried to kill himself As we tried to empty ourselves For a different destiny im not the only Kid